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When the roar stops, you look around you to check.
The glass is gone yet the view’s still there.
You reach for familiar legs and arms
and hope to God they dodged the drop
with skyward gasps of thanks when you find they have.
Your leaping heart thumps hard and fast
throws up grateful tears now the danger’s passed.
You touch the skin of all that matters
and glance at how your substance is shattered
but the meaning made it through.